Page 138 of Nest of Thieves
“This is undignified,” I protest, weakly trying to escape his grasp.
He kisses me again. “Not as undignified as having the three of us deep inside of you, Kitten.”
Squinting, I say, “You wanted it.”
“Mmm, we did indeed.” He plants his lips against mine, this time releasing my cheeks and stroking his pierced tongue over mine.
I break away, sucking in a sharp breath. “The heat is over.”
“And? I want you now more than ever,” he confesses. He drops his hands on his legs and stands. “But you need food, and Vette’s half ready to punch me for keeping you from the amazing breakfast he has planned.”
“No está equivocado. He’s not wrong,” Vette translates his words for me.
“And we need to charge our phones, make sure we didn’t miss anything important.” Lark moves toward the door.
“You mean you want to stare at your cameras?” I tease, holding my hand out to Mac so he can help me up.
Vette snickers. “Yeah, he’s itching to be a weirdo.”
Mac clears his throat. “Hey, don’t kink shame him. If he wants to be a voyeur—”
“I’m not worried about the cameras,” Lark snaps, wrenching the door open and leaving the three of us behind.
“You guys make my job so hard.” I shake my head and pull my hand from Mac’s, starting after Lark. “Don’t tease my mate.”
“We’re your mates too,” Mac calls after me.
I smile and follow Lark’s scent up the stairs and into his room while Mac and Vette head into the kitchen. Lark’s phone is already plugged in and powering up.
“Hey, you okay?”
He glances at me and grins. “You think I’d let those fuckers get to me?”
I lift a shoulder. “You never know.” I jut my chin toward his screens, which are lit up with his various camera feeds showing. “All is well there, it seems.”
“Yeah. If there were issues, there would be alerts, and it seems like the world survived your first heat.”
“Shame.” His phone dings seven times, and I chuckle. “Maybe it didn’t survive?” I slip into his lap and lock my hands around his neck.
He purrs, but a frown tugs at the corners of his mouth as he glances at the device. “I don’t recognize this number.” He unlocks his phone and opens his messages.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Maybe it’s a wrong number?”
“What the fuck?” he asks.
I glance at the screen and my spine stiffens. Tori’s sleeping face is on his phone. “Why do you have that?” My voice is quiet and calm, but inside, a storm rages.
His eyes swing to mine. “I don’t know. Do you know her?”
Taking the phone, I go back to the main message. There’s another picture. This one of a baby. A simple text follows the images:Tick tock.
My hand begins to shake; every drop of happiness drains from my body, replaced with dread.
Laurence.
“Jo? Talk to me. What’s going on?” Lark’s voice breaks through the ringing in my ears.
My vision swims. “He’s going to hurt my family,” I say, forcing the tears back. “That’s my sister...and that’s my niece. Laurence is going to hurt them. I need the Sunrise Ruby.”
